“Sam?” I squawked attractively. Okay. That was a lie. There is no way to squawk attractively. It was rather unattractive. Arms flailing, legs kicking. It was just awful. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” Knight Ryan Asshole said, sounding amused. I sat up and glared at him. “I wasn’t scared.” “You screamed like a frightened little girl.” “I squawked like an indifferent tall man.” Because that was a sound and logical argument.
